the liberation from cinnamon swirls and arcade edges

i’ll do whatever i can to get into S.W.A.T.

lightning blades strike a chord
jarring against my nerves
and air is whisked away
far out of my reach

you cant, if you die i’ll fucking kill myself

and then the guilt, it seeps in
through my skin, absorbs into my blood
until i am infected with it,
dying to escape from my own veins

what makes you think i’ll die? i didnt think this would surprise you

theres the lightning again
anorexic and pink
crawling through the whites of my eyes
until the toxicity of them
draws out the impeding salt avalanche

i cried myself to sleep last night
because of what you told me

another surge of guilt
who the fuck am i to tel him what to do?

well…if i die and there is another life after this
i promise i will be your guardian angel

warmth from the chrysalistic blankets
tingle back into my fingertips
and finally i can accept

he will always be with me.

the liberation from cinnamon swirls and arcade edges

midnightramen

Joined July 2010

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